(The first volume has been abandoned, and the excavated pit cannot be filled. You can start from the second volume)
A desolate hill, with four or five hundred stone tombs crisscrossing the weeds.
Hundreds of years have passed quickly. In the morning, strange fog appeared everywhere, especially in a fairyland.
In the center of the tomb group is an ancient locust tree covered with snow, and under the tree is a huge silver sarcophagus.
"Wake up." The voice is ethereal like a fairy whispering, and the earth is broken in response.
The sarcophagus rises to the ground, and the coffin board is gently pushed in the tomb.
"Time... is up." Qingchen opened his bloody eyes.
Like a pool of dead blood.
The system said that he would not die, but the disciple buried in the tomb would die.
No amount of skill learning can avoid death.
Every tombstone is a disciple of Qing Dynasty, and he can't stop them from disappearing one by one.
The system has a method of resurrection, but it needs to complete the task.
"Living air." Qingchen asked, leaning on the fallen dead locust tree, "What time is it?"
"How was the host seven days before the main character's family was killed?"
"Wait." Qingchen rubbed his blood eyes to a stone tablet beside the locust tree and watched for a long time
There are locust trees everywhere in the cemetery. Now Japan is not a wild place.
The clear fog gradually dissipates, and it seems that there are still small creatures chirping in the snow not far away.
"What's the task?" Qingchen asked with a stretch.
"Balance (I), the host intervenes in the hatred between people and ghosts as Yin and Yang masters and big demons.
Note: The host has met the conditions. You can receive rewards in advance.
Rewards: the deceased Su Sheng × 1, and the chance of drawing a lottery × 1. "
The dead Su Sheng: One of the game king cards. The magic card commonly seen in the anime series of "Game King" is used by most duelers.
It has the effect of reviving 1 monster in your own or the other's graveyard to your own field.
Systematically speaking, it can revive a person in a tomb.
The "Anka" cross is the symbol of life and the symbol of life and resurrection in ancient Egypt.
The whole body is dark blue. It's a very small ornament.
He can move a kind of unconventional vitality from it to revive the dead
"Is there only one?" The tomb returns to the system.
"Since there was only one, there will be tasks in the future."
The burial site of the Qing Dynasty was revived and is not intended to be used for the time being.
"By the way, the host has completed the" Change (1-4) ". Please get it."
"Well, when was it finished?" The Qing Dynasty was a little surprised. After all, he just came out of the sarcophagus.
"While the host is sleeping, your disciple has been inheriting and expanding the Yin and Yang Path.
Yin and Yang are endless, and the myths of magicians and monsters are endless.
The host has already completed the task. "
"Really. Thank you very much." Qingchen smiled and inquired about the task reward.
Congratulations to the host for winning the lottery × 4, desolate necropsy, wind ancestor with different faces, black dragon robe, Yang Yin Hengyu fire.
"Tut, it's very rich." Qingchen couldn't help saying.
But unfortunately, there is still nothing that can revive.
Qingchen sighed moodily, making the system use the four sweepstakes.
"Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Devil Blade, Night Pearl × 15, Giant God Skeleton × 2."
"Hmm..." It's basically garbage after the funeral.
The secluded evil blade can cause multiple damage to strange evil things.
To tell the truth, this is definitely a good thing, especially in the world of ghost killing blade.
However, the Yuedao Changyuan buried in the Qing Dynasty was more harmful than that.
Not to mention the night pearl, which has no magic, is just an ordinary treasure.
Anyway, it's useless for Qing burial.
The only thing that interested him was these two giant god skeletons, which could not be seen in the clear burial.
Filled with light and dark
Qing burial has some plans. Give the evil blade to Zaomen Tan Zhilang.
Even if it is to give welfare to the protagonist, after all, the funeral will be strengthened for the ghost party.
"Some things should also be discarded when weighing."
The snow is not small, but the Qing burial did not think it was too cold.
"Maybe it's because he has lived a long time." The Qing Tomb began to laugh at himself.
Only pieces of footprints were left on the snow.
To be honest, it's quite far from here to the main character's location.
"Tan Zhilang, it's dangerous in snowy days. You can't go there."
"I hope everyone can have enough food in the first month, and I will try to buy more charcoal..." Tan Zhilang answered firmly.
"It's time to start." In the distant dense forest, Qingchen watched everything.
Tomorrow morning he can show up to give benefits to the main character, of course, the premise is the dead.
The tomb under the mask hums a tune leisurely.
The Qing burial didn't want to change history, because he was old.
He doesn't care so much about it anymore.
"How touching! It's a pity that this false beauty will dissipate after tonight."
The night was as dark as ink, and Tan Zhilang still didn't come back, which was doomed.
The death of family members, sister's words. It will make Tan Zhilang have a pity hatred for ghosts.
This kind of tangled emotion is needed for the Qing burial.
Few people can abandon their relatives of the same blood line. Clear burial can create an opportunity to cheat the fool who regrets being killed by a ghost.
Everything is like history. The blood of the tragic family members has dyed snow red.
Both young and old are dead, of course, those who should live are still alive.
If it were not for Tan Zhilang's strength, the Qing burial really intended to give Maidouzi a knife.
Let Tan Zhilang be full of the power of revenge.
The pure gray Feng Zu face can control the wind, and of course, it is also correct for Qing Dynasty to wear this thing.
Alas, I was still sleeping soundly last night. How could I think that my family only had corpses overnight?
"Ah, ha, ha..." The voice of crying became smaller and smaller, followed by the sound of running quickly.
"Tan Zhilang should have found the tragedy." Qingchen jumped down from the tree and followed the footprints to move forward.
There were some strange noises in front of him. It was obvious that Tan Zhilang met Fugang volunteers halfway.
"Very sad." Qingchen looked at Tan Zhilang who knelt down to beg.
"Let me go out first." Qingchen tore off the magic charm, and a man with long hair suddenly appeared between the two people looking at each other for no reason.
"Weird." Fugang bravely shook off Mi Douzi and grasped the sun wheel knife in his hand.
The Sun Wheel Sabre, the special sabre of the ghost killing team, is made of the iron ore "orangutan Fei iron" and "orangutan Fei ore" that absorb the sunlight. The sun wheel Dao, also known as the color changing Dao, will change its color according to the owner of the Dao, reflecting the suitable breath of the owner of the Dao, such as the breath of water is blue, the breath of thunder is yellow, the breath of inflammation is red, the breath of wind is green, and the breath of rock is gray. (Black sabres are rare)
"Is it a ghost? I didn't even notice it."
It's obvious that something is in trouble.
"Mi Douzi!" Tan Zhilang seized the opportunity to take back Mi Douzi.
After Tan Zhilang confirmed that Midouzi was OK, he also began to look at the strange man.
A breath that terrified him.
"What are you?" the volunteer drew the blade and asked Qing Tomb.
Qing Burial ignored the little boy. His left hand tore open the space, took out a dark slightly long blade, and said to Tan Zhilang, "Is Tan Zhilang right?"
"Yes." Tan Zhilang held on to Mi Douzi's hand, as if afraid of the masked man's sudden attack.
"Don't be afraid." Qingchen smiled and threw the blade to Tan Zhilang. "A friend asked me to give it to you. You will use it."
So the volunteer was put aside, but he did not dare to relax and still held the sun wheel knife tightly.
"Is this the so-called 'pillar'?" Qingchen turned around and said lightly, "I am not destined to separate Yin and Yang."
The division of Yin and Yang Taoism is naturally a vest made by Qing burial. He doesn't even know what Yin and Yang Taoism has become.
"Yin and Yang Master?!" The volunteer couldn't help shouting, "Are you kidding me? How could that mythical thing exist in reality?"
In fact, Yiyong was also suspicious. He saw that the Qing Tomb had not launched any blood ghost technique just now, and it was indeed a sudden appearance.
"Hum." Qing Zang shook his hand, and suddenly a red thin thunder struck Gu Song behind the volunteer.
"Is this the Yin and Yang Master?" The volunteer exhaled deeply.